The Dragon
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Athena, Guardian of All Fantasy Creatures
A winged serpent flying through the air,
Looking down, smiling on all things;
Her essence, illuminously bare,
Unlike the fiery length of her wings.
She is older than time itself,
A hundred years if even a day;
But in spirit she's as young as a babe,
Born this moment not too far away.
Her scream is that of the highest pitch,
So high that no one can hear;
It crushes the eardrum and shatters the soul
Of any man who dares to come near.
Her glare can turn a man to stone,
The ice of her gaze unbearably cold;
But if you're worthy of love light to shine in her eyes,
It can warm the hearts of the young and old.
A myth, a legend, or is she real?
We may never know for sure;
But she will always be a dragon,
For her mind, like her heart, is pure.
Copyright 2001 Caitlin Carlson